I was having a MSCL Marathon and I got up to "Why Jordan Can't Read."
and I watched the scene about Angela's Letter to Jordan, and I thought
that would make an interesting piece of fan fic. So I put myself in
Angela's shoes and wrote this. Now remember, Angela's letter was 5 pages
long. You've been warned.

Dear Jordan,

I almost feel kind of weird staring this letter with 'dear,'
because after all you've put me through I'm not sure I would consider
you dear to me. At one time, I believed I was in love with you, but I'm
relieved to say that I'm not anymore. I think I should start at the
beginning.

From the day your arm almost touched my elbow in the middle of our
English pop quiz, I was overwhelmingly attracted to you. When I ran into
you at Tino's party, I was terrified. When I learned that you knew my
name, I was overjoyed. And then Rayanne asked you to get me a fake I.D.
I just want to say for the record that I am not, nor have I ever been
French. The real reason she asked you for me was because she knew I
would be too nervous to ask you myself.

Then you made the I.D. to say that I was exactly one day old. It
makes me feel really stupid to know that I paid $30 for a completely
worthless piece of paper. And in the car, I was really upset when you
kissed me the second time. The first I could understand, but the second
was out of line. And it's not that I didn't want to kiss you, because
I've lied awake at night, wondering what it would be like to kiss you.
But I _loved_ you, and I guess I was just expecting _more_ than just
some purely physical fling. But later I would learn to keep my
expectations of you much lower.

Then the rumor started that we had sex, and it wasn't that I was
apalled or offeneded when you suggested we might as well have done it
anyway, I was just shocked because I realized how true your observation
really was. In case you never realized it, I would have done anything
you wanted me to do, I would have been anyone you wanted me to be, if it
would have meant being with you. But the next day, before I could tell
you all these things, you told me you had no real interest in me. You
might as well have ripped out my heart and stomped on it. I could have
died. And for weeks afterwards, I felt miserable. I scalped my Grateful
Dead tickets just because you suggested it. Just to pay for the useless
I.D. you made me.

Which was _really_ useless, because I never would have tried to get
into a bar or a club or a place like Let's BOlt if I hadn't known that
you would be there. I wouldn't have gone to Tino's party if I hadn't
known that you would be there. I was willing to change my whole identity
for you. But what did you care?

And then, a lot of stuff happened taht made me realize I shouldn't
have to change for you, I shouldn't have to change for anyone. And I
guess I started to realize that you weren't mature or intelligent enough
to feel the way I did, or even realize how much you hurt me. It was
rather Kafka-esque, really.

And I'm really glad that I don't have to be in love with you
anymore, because being in love with you made me do some really stupid
things, and hurt people I care about. So I guess what I'm trying to say
is that you had your chance. But now I realize that I don't have to
change for you. There's nothing really wrong with me. I kept thinking
that you were above me, that you were too good for me. But now I realize
that I'm too good for you.

Sincerely,
Angela Chase

Well, yeah, I know that Angela would have written it better, but we do
what we can. Feedback would be appreciated!